Hey guys,
Sorry its been so long but if you read my authors note, you'll know I had a mini mental break down...
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter,
Thank you to all those who have supported me,
Kirstyn xx
Seth P.O.V
"Mom? We have a situation!" I shouted out, I wasn't sure if my mom was home or not…And I mean her arm didn't look that bad, but everything is not what it seems. "Seth. Honey you don't need to shout I'm right here. What's the prob- Oh hello. Who's this?" "Hi Mrs Clearwater, I'm Rebecca Atera. I'm Quils cousin, I just moved here." "Oh, so you're the Becca everyone's been talking about. Aren't you just a pretty little thing? And please call me Sue." "Moooooooooooooooooooom." I whined. "Oh be quiet Seth, I'm just saying that she's pretty. Anyway what's the problem?" "Uh, Becca fell while she was in the woods and we're deciding whether she needs stitches or not." " -" "Sue." "Sue, stitches aren't necessary it's not deep." she said showing mom her arm. "Yeah it won't need stitches; Seth here is just a big worry wart." Mom agreed with a child, she stuck her tongue out at me, which I returned a pout. "I'll just clean it up then Seth can drop you home." "Sue, its fine, don't worry, I'll clean it when I get home and-" "It's no bother. Come into the kitchen and let me fix you up." We all walked my kitchen and Mom fixed her up, the only way a mom actually could. "Thanks Sue, you didn't have to do anything." "Oh, it's no problem. I know I didn't have to, I wanted to." And she smiled at Becca the skin around her eyes crinkling. "Well, I gotta go, so see you later Seth." "Wait I'll walk you home." "Uh, okay. Bye Sue." "Come back anytime honey." "See ya mom." "By Seth, dinner will be on the table when you get back." "Uh, ok, thanks mom. See you later"
When we left the house, the sun was already setting behind the trees, and the wind was picking up. I looked over at Becca, to see if she was cold but she continued walking as if the bitter evening air didn't affect her. The same way it didn't affect me… I was so caught up in my thoughts; I didn't notice Becca staring at me. "Um, sorry could you repeat what you said?" She rolled her eyes and sighed "For the fifth time, aren't you cold without a shirt or shoes?" "Me? No I'm fine. I'm used to the La Push weather, so it doesn't bother me." "Oh. I guess I should be used to it too, seeing as it is the same in Ireland…." She trailed off; a sad and distant look in her big brown eyes. "Do you miss it?" she looked at me, her eyes saying yes but "No. Well not really. I mean here, I fit in… kind of. At least here I can pass as a Quileute; I swear people in Ireland are racist motherfuckers." She crossed her arms over chest, a frustrated look on her face. I chuckled quietly to myself (so she wouldn't hear me laughing at her), but she stopped short "Do you think this is funny? Have you always been the punch line of racist jokes? That's what I've gone through my whole life! My best friend is Asian- so she suffered through the horrible jokes with me!" her warm brown eyes, turned to cold pools of anger, sadness and lastly despair and the icy silver blue bits turned a firey orange colour. "N-n-n-n-n-no, I didn't mean anything of it, it was the look on your face that made me laugh. And I'm sorry for what you had to go through, I didn't know. And I wouldn't know, because everyone here is the same as me. If you don't mind telling me, what was one of the 'jokes'?" "They weren't all jokes… Some were... harsh comments such as 'I bet the reason Rebecca Atera doesn't invite anyone but her hobbit friends over to her house is because she lives in tepee and they are the only ones small enough to fit with her giant family.' Yeah kids in my old school were harsh. They particularly like people who were different." "Wow. That's rough." "Yeah. Yeah it was, but meh, that's life. There will always be bastards out there that like to make people feel small, so they can feel big." "That's deep." "Thank you Seth. I try." She said her voice light and happy again. "Well, this is me. I'll see you tomorrow?" My heart fluttered. She wanted to see me again. "Yeah. I'll text you ." "Okay coolio. Well goodnight Seth." "Goodnight Becca."
Okay, I apologise that its really short, but we see that Becca does have a heart and WTF is going on with her eyes...
Mwha,
Kirstyn xx